"But how?" Elise asks with wide eyes. "This must be some magic trick! This is probably a fake gun!"
Just as Elise finishes, she accidentally pulls the trigger, causing the bullet to pierce straight through a blue Medic cut-out.
"It's not fake." Spy responds. He takes the gun out of Elise's hands and opens her suit jacket, placing the gun in the hidden pocket inside. "It's a Dead Ringer."
"A what?"
"A Dead Ringer. If I get "killed" I can use this to keep me alive."
"But how? How does it work?"
"You are asking the wrong person for that. Ask the engineer. All I know, is that it is very handy when you are about to die."
"But you are a Spy, are you not? You're supposed to know everything!"
Spy raises his eyebrows and scoffs. "Please, mademoiselle. I am pretty sure I know more than you."
"You know, you're a self absorbed little prick."
"Thank you." Spy says back. He goes to his body, the limp and dead one, and hulls it over to sit it up on the wall. He then goes in front of the table once more, putting his gloved hand under his masked chin.
Elise huffs out a breath of hot air. "I guess it's true what they say about the French..."
At this, Spy tilts his head slightly, but Elise could see.
"They say the French are a bunch of snooty booty assholes!"
A silence suspends in the room and is broken by Elise's scream. The Spy, seeming disinterested, expertly flips his own balisong, holding the blade tight on Elise's neck.
"Say that to me again, and you'll never see the light of day!"
"Holy shit! Okay, I'm sorry!"
The Spy's eyes are void of any sympathy. Anger and another chilling emotion is present in his steely eyes. After several seconds of both of their breathing in the silent room, the Spy removes his knife; one flip after another, it closes. He puts his hands behind his back and turns away from Elise.
"How many times do I have to remind you? Always-"
"Always be prepared," Elise interrupts.
Spy stops. "Well done," he says. He turns around to the barrel of a revolver right on his forehead. Point blank.
Elise smirks and stares into his eyes with a hungry look. "I could kill you right here, right now if I wanted to."
"Then do it."
"But I won't."
They stay like that for another silence to seep into the room.
"Grab the intelligence, maggot!" Soldier cries out.
"Go! Go! Go!" Sniper yells.
"Mission ends in ten seconds!"
"Yes! We've got it!" Scout shouts out over the gunfire.
Engineer sprints, stressing his legs while carrying his sentry in its box. He catches a shimmer in the light where his men stand. "Oh no," he whispers.
"Five..."
"Boys!" Engineer hollers.
His men turn to him, while still shooting their weapons at the enemies.
"Four..."
"Behind you!"
"Three..."
It's no use. His men can't hear him anymore.
"SPY!" Engineer yells louder; this gets his teammates' attention. Like a deer caught in headlights, his men turn around but they're not quick enough.
"Two..."
One by one, his men drop dead like flies as the BLU Spy backstabs and shoots them.
"One..."
"No! Damn it!"
"You fail!" The Administrator announces.
The horn goes off, and the Engineer is met with his BLU counterpart. He gives off an eerie and intimidating laugh.
"Nice try, partner," he says before slamming the RED Engineer with his wrench.
"Is it over?" Elise asks as she takes her eye off of what she called the "aimer", or as Spy called it, the "sights." But she rather call it an aimer, just so it was easier for her.
"Yes." Spy says as he continues walking around. "Back into position."
"Oh, right," Elise jumps. "Like this?" She staggers her feet and holds the gun up with both hands; the way Spy told and showed her how to do.
Spy puts his hand under his chin, like he did at the table. "Something's not right." He unexpectedly goes behind Elise and wraps his arms around her.
Elise's breath catches in her throat. Spy, with his broad body, wraps his arms around her, holding her hands in his, and his frontal area pressed tightly against her back. He adjusts her feet by kicking them softly with his leather shoes, shifts her body weight by slightly hugging her with his arms, and raises her arms with his.
"There, hold it right there," he commands.
Elise feels slightly upset because of the absence of his body.
"Perfect."
"Tell me again why I have to do this ridiculous stance, while you're over there looking like a badass?"
"You are a rookie. I don't expect you to advance into my stance. Plus, once you gain experience, your stance will vary, depending on your tastes."
The entrance door closes, causing Elise to jump out of her stance. Spy is unaffected. He stares at the door for a moment before walking over to it and opening, peeking out.
"Who's there?" Elise asks.
Spy doesn't answer. He just watches as the tall lanky figure disappears from the distance.
"You ladies were terrible out there!" Soldier barks.
"Calm down," Medic persists. "We all did bad out there. Even you, Soldier."
"Yes, I did do bad out there. At least I'm not a little pansy like some of you! Unlike you, I can actually admit it!"
"That damn Spy kept on sapping my machines!" Engineer mumbles loudly. "Where were you when I needed you, Pyro?"
"Mmm hmm murr firph..." Pyro tilts its head and shrugs its shoulders. "Muff hurdd err marr."
"Me? What are you talking about, Pyro? Don't blame everything on me!" Scout yells.
"Maybe if we had our own Spy on the Battlements, we wouldn't have been shot to the ground by the BLU's sentry." Sniper grumbles as he stomps into the war room.
"Whoa, what's gotten into your panties?" Scout asks.
"What? It's true! You all know it's true!"
"The boy's got a point..." Engineer defends.
"Yeah, see?"
"But Spy is training Spy," Heavy comments.
"Yeah, we know that, you Commie!" Soldier yells.
"Heavy is not what you call him," Heavy growls as he turns away.
"Oh, yes, that reminds me!" Medic jumps. "I must give the Spy and examination."
The team watches suspiciously as the Medic walks out of the room.
"Huh? What?" Demoman blurbs. "What did I miss?"
"Nothing." Sniper dismisses.
"Herr Spy?" Medic knocks on the door. "May I come in?"
He can hear gasps and small cries.
"What are you going to do?" Medic hears Spy ask on the other side of the door.
"Uh, Spy?"
"No!"
In a sudden motion, Medic opens the door and runs over to the Spy who is holding Elise with a gun pointed to her head. The Medic tackles the Spy, unintentionally taking Elise down as well.
"Agh, what are you doing?!" Spy pushes Medic off and dusts his suit off.
"I-I-I," Medic stutters as he blushes and pushes himself off of Elise. "I apologize, I just thought that-"
"As you know, we are training." Spy interrupts.
"Yes. Of course. I'm sorry," Medic straightens his back and takes a deep breath.
"You know, I can just lay here on the ground." Elise speaks up with a grin.
"Oh! Right," Medic smiles. "Here."
"I've got it." Spy cuts in. "Get up." He grabs onto both of Elise's arms and lifts her up with ease.
"Okay, then." Medic whispers to himself.
"I guess training is over. Unless, if you want to continue..."
"No, thank you. I think I need to practice the things I've already learned."
"Very well," Spy says. "And you doctor? What do you want?"
"I wanted to give you a check-up."
"Me? Or the girl?" Spy questions.
"You, herr Spy."
"Why?"
"No time for questions. Come now." Medic says before turning his back to both Spies, leaving the room and heading toward the Medical Bay.
Spy sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I swear, that doctor is lost in a different time."
"C'mon, herr Spy," Elise imitates. "Let's go."
The Spy looks up and watches Elise walk out the door. The corner of his mouth twitches as he follows her out to the hall.